Chapter 1: IF you leave me
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Ao’nung has always been a bit more than a little insecure. Growing up with two very successful parents – although it is easier to attain any materialistic item you want – he is always their second choice.
Ao’nung is their first and only son…Yet, throughout his youth; there was always a meeting that needed to be attended to with his father and a formula that needed to be perfected with his mother.
Even with all the extra curricular classes they had him take – ballet, dance, gymnastics, fútbol, and ice skating to name a few – Ao’nung still yearned for their affection and always did as a child; constantly finding time to bother them in their offices.
Even with all the whining and the crying he gave out of desperation for a true parental connection – they still never batted an eyelash towards him.
Simply, they would call one of the nannies and have him taken away. Then the next day, Ao’nung would wake up to a new class his parents assigned him.
They signed him up for any and every extracurricular in order to keep his childish behavior at bay. Ao’nung had never felt more alone.
His loneliness only worsened when his parents announced they’re moving to the United States. They tried to comfort him as best they could by buying him a Mean Girls poster; it didn’t help much, though – he did appreciate the very small gesture.
They arrived in Las Vegas, Nevada in October of the year two thousand. As he grew older in this foreign country he realized many things; most importantly he realized his parents didn't care.
Not about him, not about his sister, no one. The more time he spent alone – school and at home – the more he realized that the feelings of loneliness were more comforting than his parents ever were.
As time passed and he entered middle school, Ao’nung completely stopped trying to get his parents to notice him. Instead, turning his attention to the one who truly needed it; Tsireya, his little sister.
The girl never thought too much about their parents' absence; Ao’nung made sure of it. He would spend all of his free time taking away Tsireya’s attention by caring for her as best he could.
Ao’nung didn’t want his sister to grow up and dwell on the fact no one was there to care for her; so he took up the free space in her heart as not only a brother – but also as the parental role model in her life.
Whether it was by cooking for her, teaching her how to bake her favorite mini cheesecakes, or taking her out to the park when she felt like it; Ao’nung had grown to treat Tsireya as though she was his own child.
He did the same when Iyiki was born.
When Ao’nung and Tsireya were at the ages of thirteen and eleven – respectively – their mother birthed the youngest Anahera; Iyiki te Anahera Ronal’ite.
The two siblings were seated in an expensive, stuffy hospital waiting room when Ao’nung had decided his parents were too incompetent to take care of the young child to come.
Tsireya and Ao’nung were sitting in a large lounge sofa chair when his father walked out of the room and informed them of the child. Tsireya was slouching against her brother’s shoulder, in a deep slumber; Ao’nung couldn’t – wouldn’t – move in this position.
His father sighed before walking back into the delivery room. Ao’nung saw the lack of warmth in his father’s eyes as he held the baby in his arms, carrying the baby to their area.
He saw the apathy his father held as the baby cried, seeking – needing attention. Luckily, Iyiki quieted down when meeting Ao’nung’s cozy skin. He glanced up to see his father had already left the room.
As Tsireya woke up and began to coo at the swaddled baby he decided then and there he would take responsibility for his parents' child.
In all honesty, though – it’s not that Ao’nung didn’t believe his parents couldn’t take care of Iyiki; he simply did not trust them enough to ensure that they would do it correctly . Do it in a way that would leave their child scarless.
After a decade of neglect Ao’nung and Tsireya faced, a decade of scars they had to endure and neglect they have lived through and remember so clearly – Aonung was scared; scared that his parents would fail another one of his siblings.
Ao’nung had seen the effects of their lack of parenting in himself and Tsireya. The intense, negative mental and physical toll their parent’s lack of attention had on the younger girl. He couldn’t let that happen again; so he didn’t.
During the entire four years – almost five – of Iyiki’s life, Ao’nung was by her side the entire time. He parented her. His life was dedicated to her.
It shouldn’t be but who else would do it? Their parents? Truthfully, they didn’t notice. They didn’t notice that their eldest son was parenting their child.
It hurt Ao’nung; causing his persistence at making Iyinki feel loved and that she is in fact number one in someone’s life. This showed heavily in his morning routine that he’s perfected throughout the four years of Iyiki’s life.
Ao’nung wakes up at four a.m. every day before picking out his outfit and showering. After he’s done changing – at around five a.m. – the teen quickly does his hair as Iyiki wakes up. As the oldest child; it’s only fair Ao’nung has the biggest room in their spacious home.
She sits sleepily on her Bratz decorated bed as her brother packs both of their school items. The teen helps the girl to wake up by walking her to that bathroom and setting up the shower. He’ll take the clothes from the laundry bin before separating them and throwing them into the washer with detergent and oxi–clean.
Ao’nung then starts working on his sister's lunches as Iyiki bathes and the clothes washes. He helps the child get dressed and styles her hair. The eldest tells Iyiki to check on Tsireya, dropping her off in their sister’s room as he makes his way to the kitchen.
Ao’nung prepares breakfast for the family, reminding Iyiki and Tsireya of any weekly events as the two girls walk into the kitchen. He begins to blend the green smoothies as their parents walk into the room.
The family eats quietly in the dinner room. Ao’nung feels his mother’s hardened glances as the teen eats – and swallows – the warm foods.
Their parent’s drop dirty dishes into the sink before leaving for work at six. The children finish up and Ao’nung feeds the scrapes to their dogs then washes the dishes as Tsireya helps Iyiki with her shoes.
He’ll swallow some vitamins quickly before filling the food and water bowls of the dogs. The two animals eat as he hands his sister’s their lunches and filled water bottles. Ao’nung double checks everything, grabbing his keys and locking the door behind them as they leave only fifteen minutes after their parents.
Ao’nung would then end the school day by staying after the bell ring, attending his clubs as their mother picks up Tsireya during her lunch break. He stays longer when running into Neteyam. The couple would talk and flirt for a while – but only until three as Iyiki’s school time ends at four.
Her brother picks the girl up early every time. Iyiki picks out a CD – always choosing her go–to Taylor Swift CD – and the angelic country music blasts as they lip sync and drive home. Once arriving, Tsireya would help out by watching over Iyiki as Ao’nung makes their supper.
He would whip up a filling lunch for Tsireya and Iyiki while he puts some clothes in the dryer. Ao’nung would wait ‘till the two were done to wash the dishes.
Then allow Tsireya her peace and quiet by taking Iyiki to his room. Studying and posting aesthetically pleasing pictures to his social media pages while in there.
Iyiki would play with her revamped model of Dora’s Talking Kitchen near the foot of his bed, making pretend food with her plastic assortments. Ao’nung would choose between a Selena or Taylor Swift vinyl to play as sets up plans with Neteyam – which he rarely has a spot in his schedule for.
Due to all the after school clubs and caretaking Ao’nung needs to do and Neteyam’s archery practice after school never really meet up for well thought out dates.
Though, there are times where the stars align and Ao’nung has a free schedule for a few days where the couple would then plan an outing for each; trying to take advantage of the time as much as possible.
So you can imagine Ao’nung’s disappointment when his boyfriend of two years cancels both of their dates on the only days this month he’s able to have them.
He sits up from his lying position on the bed, feet hanging over the edge as his expression shifts to a confused one. Ao’nung stops the music playing from his Monster High CD boombox, taking out his Schrei CD and placing it back into his casing before grabbing his phone in disbelief.
Neteyam’s never canceled before; neither of them ever had. Ao’nung stares at his Nokia 7390, reading the text – the “ hey bae, need to study after school for a bit, can't make it” makes his stomach ache – over again dozens of times before responding back, trying his best to not sound petty or upset in his wording.
“ thats okay neteyam !! see you at school. ” He doesn’t read what Neteyam sent back. Blindly typing back an “ i love you. gn. ” before opting to sit at his desk, his embroidered, flared jeans smack against each other as he texts his best friend to set up a Skype call.
Ao’nung snatches a Selena CD from his collection before popping it into the boombox, adjusting the volume as he lifts the lid of his MacBook. Biting at his double ring snake bites as he types his friends’ name and he accepts the call.
The custom MacBook gives off a light blare as the screen shows a teen around Ao’nung’s age tapping away at her BenQ–Siemens AL26 Hello Kitty phone. A matching Thirteen poster displaying near her own shelf as she does so.
Her hand is looped through the pink and white charm as she asks about the dates the couple set up with a questionable tone. Ignoring that, Ao’nung draws a few diagrams for his calculus class as he explains what had just happened.
Pushing the work away as he finishes telling said friend – Eythrel – about the situation. The teen grabs a pair of box cutters out of a white mug with a painted “T” and sideways “H’ in the middle, deciding to open the PR package he had gotten in today while Eythrel voices her thoughts on the situation. “Is he fucking serious right now?!”
“Yeah…but it’s fine. Neteyam said some things happened during class and now he has to study for a dumb test.” Ao’nung sighs as he removes the bubble wrapped item from the box, throwing it in the bin to his right.
“As much as I love to hear about you trusting that piece of shit you all over your Facebook–”
“Eythrel! You can’t say that–”
“Actually, I can! He sucks !” Ao’nung rolls his eyes at her attitude. Eythrel sets her phone down before typing away angrily at her Acer TravelMate as he unboxes the purple perfume bottles.
The teen walks towards his shelf, passing by three, perfectly aligned Spider–Man posters as he gently sets each beautifully jeweled, crystal bottle on his empty spots on the shelf. Sighing as he does so, Ao’nung glances briefly at the posed, red suited man on his wall.
“You’re being unnecessarily mean, right now, Eythrel. It – it’s just some dates or whatever…” His polished lilac nails run along the bottles' marbled designs. “Neteyam just has an ass teacher. We’ll reschedule them next week – or something.”
“Check your AIM! Right now!” Ao’nung frowns a bit, confused by Eythrel’s urgency. He places the final bottle on the shelf before turning back to the laptop and switching the tabs, typing the name into his brower as he quickly logs into the website.
Ao’nung waits impatiently as the page loads, the website appears as the teen quickly taps onto his Buddies section before searching through dozens of names for Eythrel and choosing her screen name.
She had sent a hyperlink, a hyperlink to a girl's Facebook account to be exact. Ao’nung clicks the blue text, waiting impatiently, biting at his snake bite piercings as it switches him to the other tab – and the girl's Facebook profile.
“Look at it, Ao’nung!” Eythrel beckons, he glances up at the girl before skiming through her posts. The girl was Ail’yen te Zieä Ilamo’ite; a very well known – but not very liked – sophomore in their school. Ail’yen is a member of their student council and captain of the girls volleyball team.
She’s overall one of the “popular” people in the school. Almost acting like a flavorless, lukewarm, wannabe version of Regina George. Despite not ever watching the movie – she claims to be a devoted lover of the film.
It makes the elder teen sick. Ao’nung and Ail’yen sadly hang out in the same friend circle, they’ve even exchanged some words a few times – but no more than Ao’nung will allow.
They never had a real conversation – at least not until the day Ail’yen found out about Ao’nung’s role in the movie Thirteen. Squinting at the screen, the teen remembers how he was talking to another friend about decor and showed him a photo of his bedroom; which had two Thirteen posters in the background.
Ail’yen essentially shattered her neck to see the photo, realizing that he was in the teen film, after school caught up to Ao’nung to talk about the movie.
She spoke about how she wanted to be exactly like his character and how the movie “made her who she is today.” Her tone was proud, almost as if she wanted the junior to agree.
He didn’t understand – and still doesn’t – why she said all of that. The character Ao’nung had played – Emrie Zamora – was a fifteen year old alcoholic, pill addict, and older brother of Evie Zamora.
Not the best way to start his acting career – considering the fact Ao’nung was twelve when filming – but his parents didn’t mind.
When their son approached Ronal with the paperwork after coming back from Ongu’s house – she looked it over intently before signing where needed and handing it back to her son. Watching with softened eyes as he ran down the hall, squealing in happiness before bumping into a walk.
With parental permission, they began filming with the māori teen. The producers had seen the teen’s online presence and the effect Ao’nung’s influence had.wanted to give him a chance. They gave him a script along with a quick rundown of what mannerisms he needs to do.
Their main advice was simple enough. All Ao’nung had to do was “look pretty and get high.” So it’s what he did – it was all fictional obviously; he didn’t behave like that in real life.
Ail’yen didn’t seem to think so by her attitude during the whole few minutes. Ao’nung didn’t say anything to her and instead walked off after those one–sided declarations. The next day she had given him tips to help his relationship – despite not ever being in a serious relationship – and offered to hangout multiple times.
Ail’yen seemed desperate, persistently asking every day about his plans. Ao’nung would refuse her invites and answer dryly, not giving her the time of day. He didn’t trust her – her behaviors always seemed fake and planned.
He proved himself right when one day she began following all of his social media accounts. Liking every post and commenting underneath them all.
Ao’nung did have quite a large following on all his social media platforms, having become somewhat of an influencer. With his blog, MySpace, YouTube, and other media platforms growing in popularity as the weeks go by.
This caused many to flock towards him – many like Ail’yen – shielding their true, greedy intentions with offers of one sided friendship. His outstanding family wealth doesn't help lessen the invitations much either.
“She’s really pretty. Her outfits are pretty trash, though.” Ao’nung announces. Taking a sip of his Dr. Pepper, happy with her lack of fashion sense. He can hear a scowl come from the screen.
“Are you being serious, right now?”
“Yeah.” The teen sits down on his periwinkle, velvet desk chair, scrolling through Ail’yen’s highlights and pictures. “I mean – I feel bad ‘cause her outfits are the most atrocious pieces of fabric I’ve laid my eyes on – ever – like her looks are the definition of a monet…”
Ao’nung scans her posts, a grimace appearing onto his face as he sips the Dr. Pepper. Zooming in and out of the photos, placing his soda onto a kuromi coaster. “Actually, nevermind – from afar these clothes still look like hot garbage. Hm, my original point stands – I don’t like her and her personality is yuck but the photos she posts aren’t that bad. I wish they were worst –”
“Ao’nung! Don’t skip though everything! Look at her latest pictures she posted!” Ao’nung scrunches his eyebrows, clicking onto ombre edged profile photo. “The newest post it’s – just look at it...” Eythrel quiets down as Ao’nung scrolls back up the bland page, zooming past photos of events, friends, and family as his eyes lock onto the newest set.
It’s two separate posts of Ail’yen; in one she’s wearing an oversized – stained – plain white shirt, tucked into an awful green colored pair of cut up, knee length cargo shorts – taking a selfie with snacks and students in the background
In the next post, Ail’yen is wearing the same clothes but taking a photo of their reflections in a fridge stocked with colorful energy drinks and generic looking sodas.
Ao’nung’s eyes – though – are more focused on the tall, braided haired man posing next to Ail’yen. Neteyam was posing right next to Ail’yen with a small smile and a bag of chips in his hand.
“Oh my god.” Ao’nung gasps out, he brings his hand close his mouth, covering red lips as he says, “Her shirt is so gross – and Neteyam’s with her and her gross shirt!”
“Yeah! And look at the time she posted it!” Ao’nung’s shaking eyes follow the timestamp of the most recent post; 4:13…it’s been only a few hours since they’ve left school and not even twenty minutes since Neteyam sent the text. “Doesn’t look like studying to me.”
Ao’nung frowns, “Why would he lie about studying – why would he cancel our plans to hang out with some girl!? Especially, with Ail’yen of all people!”
The teen stands, drink in hand as he turns away from the computer as he paces in and out of the laptop screen. “I mean he knows that I don’t like her – and that she kissed her bestfriends girlfriend! People like that are not good company and he knows that!”
“I don’t know why he’s doing all of that but we’re not the only ones who think like this; see there’s people replying how weird this is too. You’re not insane, not at all.”
Ao’nung rushes back to the desk, downing the rest of the soda – he plops down into the seat as he opens the comment sections of both posts. His eyes flutter past the replies of confusion, instead they fall onto one comment posted by a senior on the swim team: it reads, “ O.M.G.!! u guys r so perfect together!! is he ur date 2 da winter formal lol”
That comment has twenty four likes. That means twenty four people think Neteyam and Ail’yen are together, Ao’nung closes the Facebook tab, pushing the computer farther away, causing his charging phone to scrape against the desk as he rubs his eyes as the tears gather on his water line. “I cannot believe this is happening right now.”
Eythrel’s expression softens at the younger teens’ shaky voice, “Ao’nung, it’s okay! You know, maybe I’m wrong! Maybe Neteyam is – uh – in a study group! Yeah! He’s studying in a group!”
“You think so? I mean she would be better for him, no? ‘Cause they have a bunch of differences and like opposites attract, they’re perfect together .”
“Ao’nung, don’t say that –”
“Why not! I mean – there’s like a gagillion people from our school talking about how cute they would be! Literally just look through the comments.”
“I saw the comments Ao’nung…There weren’t that much of people agreeing with her.”
The upset teen grabs a tissue from its container, wiping his tears away before continuing. “I know – but like – even Kytie said something like that! He literally knows me and Neteyam are together! He gave us a fucking congrats on our first year anniversary! Why would he say that to us then go back on his word and say that her and Neteyam look so good together?!”
“Because Kytie is a major, two faced bitch Ao’nung with no friends. He starts shit for fun that he can never finish and you know that.” Eythrel pulls her hair into a slick back low ponytail, using a comb brush and gel to slick all the baby hairs.
“You shouldn't care about what he thinks anyway. He’s a loser and a nobody. Totally not worth a space in your head, she isn’t either. Honestly, she probably posted that knowing we’d see it and get pissed.”
“Thanks, Eythrel. You’re definitely right.” Ao’nung smiles at the elder teen, throwing the wet tissue away. “What’cha getting ready for.” The girl lines her lips with a brown lip pencil as she responds.
“To your house. Hopefully, us hanging out will help you clear your head.” Eythrel smoothes a clear lip gloss after placing a nude lipstick in the center of her lip, placing both products off camera as she finishes.
“Yeah, sounds fun. Tsireya’s gonna be taking care of Iyiki today so we should be good.” Ao’nung stands, walking over to his bed he grabs the cord and plugs his phone into the charger. Sitting back down and pulling out a few makeup products. “We haven’t hung out in a while. Should we invite the others?”
“Already did! Princess and Allurei can’t make it though; so it’s only us and the guys. Now start getting ready. I’ll pick you up in like twenty minutes or something.” They say their goodbyes, leaving the call to continue their styling. Ao’nung closes his laptop and charges it, strutting over to his walk–in closet to choose his clothing.
Looking through his jewelry closet first, he begins to search for a few specific pieces. Setting his sights on a belly chain with sanrio charms dangling from it to attach to a diamond stoned playboy belly ring. Picking out a long stoned cross belly piercing for his lower belly button piercing.
First, Ao’nung cleans both the belly jewelry pieces and his naval before taking out his old piercings, dropping those into a box as he twists his choices into place. Wrapping the shiny belly chain around his waist, clipping it to the higher piercing.
Satisfied with how the chain drops at the swell of his hips and the contrast against the playboy logo, Ao’nung closes the closet. Locking it with his key necklace then walking towards his flared jeans collection.
The teen had already showered an hour or two ago so that wasn’t needed. Though, looking at the dark colored options he had given himself for jeans; his outfit – for the most amount of greatness possible – needed a change of underwear.
Ao’nung groans as he realizes, using his hands to pull the comfy material down to his hips. Stepping out of the pajamas and grey panties, leaving the teen in only his Freddy Krueger oversized shirt and maroon socks.
He struts over to his underwear drawer, grabbing a thick jet black thong before shutting it. There Ao’nung strips the light panties off his tan legs – replacing the pair with the soft thong. He pulls the strips of the underwear to the middle of his hips, walking back to the jean section of his closet.
The cold air conditioning breeze past his bare legs make Ao’nung search for a thicker material jean – he’s just gone onto his winter break and surprisingly the winters in Vegas get intense – settling on a cool dark blue pair with bedazzled front and back pockets.
They were a classic year two thousand high rise that have rips littered around the thigh area which reach down to his knees; with three long – in width – rips on his left thigh and four long – in width and length – on his right.
Dragging his pajama pants off, Ao’nung unbuttons and unzips the pair before slipping them on. The tares stretch along his thighs comfortably and rest two or three inches underneath his belly.
As he zips them back up, the teen covers a few portions of black ink. He poses a bit, Ao’nung examines himself in the large, full body mirror, noticing two rips on his upper thighs on the back. The skin breaks contrast nicely against the teens heart themed tramp stamp.
The teen groans as he notices the thickness in his thighs and bum, frowning as he pulls back the tag and realizes it's a size six. Last year, Ao’nung was a size five. It seems as the years grow, so does his body and he hates that. Ao’nung hates not being able to fit into his old jeans, the jeans he had given to Tsireya as he outgrew them.
The shine that appeared in his little sister’s eyes when she realized what Ao’nung had gifted her made him feel even more guilty for having these feelings.
The countless magazines and tabloids slandering his icon Mariah Carey’s name did not help his confidence at all either – especially since they were likely now to be the same size.
It’s the year two–thousand and six in America – being anything over a size three is terrifying for many across the country. Especially in Ao’nung’s situation where you’re over a size three and with noticeable curves.
He was on the slimmer side, having a bit of lean muscle due to how active it is. It’s just that – all the magazines Ao’nung read spoke about how more exercise will make you skinnier and therefore hide your curves more.
That did not happen to Ao’nung. Whether it was because he was a boy or because of his genetics – keeping up and maintaining these active hobbies in his life caused the added lean muscle to his curves made them look more apparent is anything.
Ao’nung ignores the tummy twisting feeling in his chest, focusing on flicking through his many shirts. As the teen searched, tears began to well up in his eyes once more.
Unable to even see his choices, Ao’nung stumbles back to his desk, grabbing the Sony Ericsson Z610 that’s using his MacBook as a charging source.
Ao’nung dashes to the closet, standing in front of the mirror before completely turning to the right. Showing off his complete side profile as he flips the phone open and clicks on the camera.
Taking a picture of himself, he considers sending it to Neteyam. Playing with a lock of his curls, Ao’nung decides against it. Knowing that he likely isn’t finished with the study group, he sends it into the group chat with his closest friends.
Ao’nung waits for the body check to load in completely before sending a text, asking for their opinion. Allowing clear droplets to run down his cheeks as he ponders for a minute, soon he decides on, “does this make my butt look fat :((“
Ao’nung taps his foot against the wooden floor boards, watching as typing bubbles disappear and reappear as his friends seemingly gather their thoughts. Soon enough, the other four reveal their – not so truthful – responses.
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legal adults ft ao’nung
04:31
trickoraonung
– [sent photo]
– does this make my butt look fat :((
04:37
SAW_k0r0
– no lol
– u look good in them
04:37
Final.Ongu
– yeah dnt wrry
– they look vry good
04:37
NASYÌVIHOSTEL
– so good fr
– u should wear them more
04:37
rotxosnaps
– yeah
– a baby tee would go good with it
04:38
trickoraonung
– thx guys :)
– a baby tee sounds cute
04:38
Final.Ongu
– it does on u
04:38
trickoraonung
– but idk which one i wanna wear ;(
04:39
SAW_k0r0
– lets make a skype call
– u can give show us your options
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Ao’nung and the others agree to Koro’s plan. Closing his flip phone before shoving it into his back pocket, the teen leaves the closet to fetch his laptop – unaware of his friend’s real motives regarding the Skype call.
Their motives being wanting to see Ao’nung in all his glory. In all honesty, all of them had a separate chat without Ao’nung where they would dedicate all of the conversations to him – and usually his body.
The flares in his jeans did little to hide his curves. Truthfully, they highlighted his lower body even more – but knowing of their friends’ insecurities with his thighs and butt; they say what he wants to hear…and by saying he looked thin in those specific pairs, he’d wear them more .
The other four type in their separate chat as they hatch a plan to convince Ao’nung to wear a revealing baby tee. They all place their phones down as Ao’nung joins the call. “Okay, so – I have a few options here.”
The youngest teen states, turning to the side to pull three baby tee’s of their hangers. “This one,” Ao’nung holds up a black tee with half of Michael Myer’s face being covered by the movie name. It also has cuts on the sides of the top, starting small at the middle and growing as they reach the bottom. The teen brings it up to his chest for a few seconds before throwing it onto the small couch.
Switching it with another horror themed shirt.“This one,” Ao’nung holds up a Scream shirt, the color is a washed out white and the letters each have a different character within them; a faint shadow of Ghostface seen behind the letters. He tosses it aside.
“Or this one.” Ao’nung brings the white tee to his chest. Ghostface is in the center of the design, poking out of the shirt from a slash with a knife in hand. “Which one?” Ao’nung throws it onto the couch as well, placing his hands on his hips as he waits for the response.
“Michael Myers.” The four say in unison. Ao’nung nods, tugging both white tees back onto their hangers as he grabs the Halloween tee from the sofa.
“You guys are already ready?” They mutter out hums and yeses. “Well, then let me hurry the fuck up then.” Ao’nung turns the computer screen around to have some privacy, he hears groans of protest as he does so. “Oh – shut up!”
“C’mon, Nung; not gonna let us watch? Not even a little bit?” Koro whines from the screen. The others mutter their own complaints. Ao’nung sighs at his friend’s childish behaviors.
“No. I have a boyfriend,” The teen sternly refuses, taking off his baggy graphic shirt and slipping into the baby tee. “I’ve been having a boyfriend for a really long time now. You guys know that and it’s disrespectful to be saying things like this while knowing.” Ao’nung stomps to his drawer filled with belts and flips through them as Nasyì’vi begins to speak.
“We know that – you’re just too pretty …but it’s not like go for you seriously. Not yet at least .” Ao’nung rolls his eyes, grabbing a diamond bedazzled black belt from the drawer as he attempts to bite back; but Koro beats him to it.
“And even if we were serious it’s not like it’ll be a thing – ‘cause you and Neteyam are abouta break up now or whatever.” The youngest teen pauses while dragging the belt through his jean loops, looking up with a hard stare.
“What.” Ao’nung’s voice comes out in a slightly shaky tone. “What did you say? Did Eythrel tell you that?” Ongu leans back with a hand on his face, shaking his head.
“No, she didn’t. They’re just assuming shit.” He drops his hand from his face as Rotxo clears his throat before explaining Koro’s statement.
“Eythrel told us about Neteyam canceling on you to chill with that one girl. Not that y’all were breaking up.”
“Hm.” Ao’nung looks back down, buckling his belt up and looping the end through a loop as he tries to find the words to say. The four don’t say anything, watching the teen think stressfully. “Yeah, okay – I need to think for a minute, tell Eythrel I’m not going anymore.”
Ao’nung slams the laptop screen shut, not waiting for the other’s to speak as he does so. The teen mutters under his breath as he returns the MacBook to its charging station on his desk; not appreciating the way his friends joked about the situation.
Tugging at the door to his mini fridge, Ao’nung pulls out a monster energy drink and opens it before taking a large gulp. He wipes his mouth and grabs a black Chanel box from his desk, taking the lid off to reveal custom silver, diamond pieces of jewelry.
It was two bracelets with two separate birthdates embedded in the middle of the band using clear diamonds and one heart locket necklace with the letter “N” embedded with purple amethyst. They were a gift Neteyam had given Ao’nung on their second anniversary – which was the the eighth of December; merely two weeks ago.
Ao’nung takes a quick sip of his energy drink, setting it down on his Chucky coaster as he clips on both bracelets. A few seconds pass and while Ao’nung twists around to make sure the necklace has looped through correctly his – phone begins to buzz.
Taking the phone out of his back pocket, he looks at the caller ID; it’s Rotxo. Ao’nung thinks for a moment – he still is upset at situations that just transpired but Rotxo didn’t say anything bath during the conversation and he is his best friend.
The phone continues to ring, Ao’nung taps on his green call button – adjusting the heart to face outwards as he does so. The teen puts the phone up to his ear, adjusting his bandages under the shirt as he asks, “What, Rotxo?”
“I just wanna talk, Nung.” The shorter teen sounds tired as he speaks, his voice low and rough as he mumbles out, “About what happened…I didn’t know Koro was gonna say all of that, I’m sorry.”
Ao’nung sighs, taking out a large white box with different types of hair ties, clips, and other decorations. The teen listens to the shorter breath softly as he deliberates between an aggressive or forgiving reply. “Rotxo, don’t apologize – it’s not your fault.”
“I know but I still feel bad that I didn’t do more, y’know?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it, though. I forgive you or whatever.” Ao’nung hears a few laughs coming from his phone as he takes a few hair ties and clips from the box. “So…is that it?”
“Nope. Actually, I needa’ know if you wanna hang out. I mean – Koro and Nash’vi won’t be coming; only us…if you’re okay with it.”
Ao’nung sits down at his vanity desk. “I’m okay with it, just doing my hair, right now.”
“That’s cool, I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes – yeah? We’ll walk around the strip and eat or something.”
“Yeah…okay, see you then.”
“See you then.”
Both hang up, and the teen closes his phone; Ao’nung groans as he lays his head onto the cool surface. Still thinking about Neteyam, he feels guilty for accepting Rotxo’s invitation.
Ao’nung turn his head, laying his cheek against the glass surface, staring at his phone. He can’t help but pick the flip phone back up from his desk, opening it and messaging Neteyam.
“im gonna hang out with rotxo todayy! might be busy for a bit lol <33” Ao’nung reads the text over before pressing send. He closes his phone and sets it back onto the desk, deciding not to focus on that for now; the teen needs to focus on his hair. With that in mind he lifts himself off the glass.
Ao’nung places his hands into the clear surface, looking down at all the items of skincare and makeup it holds in the drawers; the desk alone holds thousands of dollars worth of beauty products.
Ever since Ao’nung arrived in America, he never bothered to fight for the warmth of his parents; their money he spent gave him enough of the warmth and fulfilling feeling he needed.
Speaking of fulfillment; Neteyam responded back – in one message. “Where. Where are you going? For how long? Why are you going? What are you wearing? Can we meet up after?” Ao’nung presses his hand against his lips to stifle a laugh.
He ignores the first few questions, only responding to the final two in one simple text; a picture he takes at a high upward angle – safely hiding a part of his face but revealing his mouth, torso, and hips. Captioned with “didnt feel like standing lol :p”
Ao’nung sends it and immediately gets giddy from the possible responses Neteyam could give him. The teen made an effort to show off his new womb tattoo in the photo by tugging his jeans down.
Ao’nung taps his nails against the table as he waits for his lover to respond. Said lover responds quickly – very quickly. This time, the teen decides to open their chat, sensing a slight shift in the air.
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neteyam the loml :D
04:58
Baee is that a new tat?
04:58
yes XD
do u like it
i hope u like it
05:00
You wanted me to see it?
05:00
yes.
it healed fully last week
do u like what u see?
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The teen drags his dark curls into a high ponytail, proud of the teasing texts he sent. Ao’nung leaves a few thick strands out in the front as he snaps in a few dark blue clips. Successfully finishing his hair in record time, a car honks outside and Ao’nung jumps slightly at the sound.
His phone rings and the teen flips it open; Rotxo’s name appears as the caller ID. Ao’nung stands, snatching his black juicy couture bag from the door hooks, he answers the call while looking for his necessary items.
“Hey, Rotxo!” Ao’nung shoves a hot pink digital camera into his bag as he speaks with the younger teen. “Just getting my things ready real fast, I’ll be out in a minute or two.”
“It’s okay, Nung. I can wait.” Ao’nung squints his eyes at the smirk he can sense in Rotxo’s voice. “Kinda already knew you were gonna be late.” He scoffs, placing his wallet and some gum into the bag.
“Oh, shut up!” The elder hears an airy laugh escape from the other's mouth as he grabs a Victoria Secret perfume and his go–to travel sized makeup bag, dropping both inside. “I’m just making sure I don’t forget anything.” Ao’nung throws in a pair of sunglasses as speaks.
“Alright, alright. I get it, don’t worry.”
“Shut up!” Rotxo laughs again as Ao’nung adds another perfume, a checkered, playboy bunny patterned lighter, and a pack of Champion cigarettes. The teen tightens a bow on the side; looping his arm through the straps of the bag.
He poses in front of the closet, making sure nothing is out of place. “I’ll be out soon, Rotxo. Just need to post some pic’s to my Facebook!”
“Of course you do.” Ao’nung opens his lips slightly in a playful offense.
“What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“Nothing! Nothing, just hurry up; we have some stuff we need to do.” The two say there goodbye’s after, Ao’nung takes a variety of photos for his supporters; a classic, zoomed in mirror photo, a raised selfie – identical to the one he had sent Neteyam but this time showing his face, and to top it all off two photos flexing his outfit and body.
One was a front view of Ao’nung’s torso and hips, with his right hand on his Halloween design and his left resting against the womb tattoo. The next one was of the teen turned to the side – almost a full one eighty – arms brought to his chest with the left leg propped up. Revealing the stringy jean rips on the thigh and shirt. The wispy – almost gentle looking tramp stamp poking from his lower back, shielded by a few strips of dark cotton.
Ao’nung takes a pair of white ruffle socks while posting the photos to all his social media platforms with a quick “<3”. Pulling a horror themed letterman jacket – that the younger brother of Neteyam had given him – from his closet hanger, dragging the soft cloth onto his arms after he adjusts his ponytail.
Ao’nung slips on some sandals before speeding out his bedroom doors, locking them with his key before letting Tsireya and Iyiki know that there's leftover lasagna in the fridge.
Giving them both a short hug and heading to the front doors of the house while shoving his phone into his back pocket. Ao’nung opens the closet door near the exit, searching for his blue–colored Air Jordan 4’s.
Once they’re in his grasp, the teen sits down onto a pure white sofa chair. Taking off his sandals, he tugs the flares of his jeans upwards. Ao’nung sets the sandals aside; replacing them with the white ruffle socks and Air Jordan’s.
He puts on some bracelets left over in his bag, closing the closet door after leaving his sandals in them. The teen peeks at his phone as he closes the door behind him; Neteyam had responded. Rotxo honks his red lowrider once again.
Ao’nung flips his phone close before locking the door, making his way down the steps as he tosses his phone into the side pocket of his Couture bag. The phone buzzes quietly as like and comment notifications began to flood in.
The two make their way out of the luxurious gated neighborhood as soon as Ao’nung hops in. The older teen opens the glove department and shuffles through Rotxo’s assortment of jewel cases. Fishing out an Usher album as the younger explains their plans.
The taller teen opens the plastic container and carefully places it into the car's CD player. As the intro starts, Ao’nung lines his lips with a brown espresso shade. Laughing at Rotxo’s joke as he smears on a dark burgundy lipstick, blaming the younger for smudging the red shade – despite being a foot away.
Ao’nung wipes the dark smudge with a baby wipe, reapplying the liner and lipstick before using a small hourglass brush to slightly blend the contrasting colors. Fluffing out his blush brush and pulling out his Selkie Siren contour pallet; his mother’s brand.
Everything Aonung uses is from his mother’s luxury makeup brand, he doesn't understand the name but the formula is nice – and cost free for himself. The teen powders some bronzer onto his cheeks then uses a smaller brush to spread some dark gray eyeshadow on his lids.
They head into a fast food drive through, Ao’nung pats some glittery gray shadow in the middle of his eyelids as they receive their combos. Rotxo unwraps the burger, taking a big bite as he places his hand on the steering wheel while Ao’nung sips his sprite. He takes a few photos, posting them with no caption as they turn a corner.
The two finish up their burgers and fries – Ao’nung only eats a third of his fries, stuffing the unwrapped burger in his backpack for later – as Bad Girl plays. They pull up to a large swap meet in ‘Vegas, both get out of the car with their drinks in hand and pay the one dollar entry fee. The two Māori teens search through the stands and speak to people working as they look through their items.
Rotxo finds a nice, sleek cowboy hat for three bucks at the stand and Ao’nung pays five for a pack of twenty different horror characters pins. They head to the food building after and order some hot wings – ten flats and ten drumsticks to be specific.
Ao’nung barely touches the wings – instead deciding to snap a photo of Rotxo eating and a picture of the darkening sky. He thinks nothing of the photos as they finish up eating and clean up their area, heading towards the more sporty section on the swap meet.
“You need more padding, right?” Ao’nung asks, Rotxo nods and the two look through the stands in search for knee paddings in decent condition. They’ve been there for over two hours now and after finding some knee pads for seven dollars, the friends walk around aimlessly.
Ao’nung takes a few photos of the happy children getting on the rides with their parents' permission. Cooing at the tiny babies with wide eyes staring at the bright lights, he points at a few as they walk past.
Rotxo examines the distracted teen, looking down at Ao’nung’s suctioned looking torso. Although the jacket covers the sides of his waist, it doesn’t hide the elder’s protruding lower rib cage.
As Ao’nung’s busy gushing at all the nightly decorations, Rotxo takes his hand out of his pocket before gently pressing his palm against the empty stomach. “Does your old man still talk about your weight, Nu?”
The elder jumps and turns to Rotxo, not suspecting the touch. “W–What? No, why would you say that?” They stop walking, Ao’nung looks down at Rotxo, pulling his warm hand away from his stomach as the elder stammers his wording. The younger resists, moving his hand to the others’ hip. “I don’t know –”
“Ao’nung. You ate like two wings, don’ lie to me right now.” Rotxo grasps the tallers’ wrist and pulls the both of them to the side, allowing others to past without having them in the middle of the way.
“…It was my mom, this time. Not my dad.” Ao’nung whispers, avoiding eye contact while doing so. Loud reggae booms from the speakers as Rotxo presses his thumb into the other teen’s hip bone.
“Ao’nung…”
“Can we like – not talk about this right now?” Rotxo tilts his head to the side, relenting as he loosens his grip on Ao’nung’s hip. The younger nods, placing his hand back into his pocket and the two continue on their way.
As the two teens look around the small theme park, a short girl runs up to the two. “Hi!” The girl continues her happy giggles when Rotxo and Ao’nung turn around, following the noises. “Are you Nunu?! I watched that one video you were in with that one guy and – and –”
She continues her babble as Ao’nung smiles at the child, he squats down to meet her height and she stops speaking – instead opting to jump into the influencer’s arms. The teen didn’t anticipate the leap but managed to remove his hands from his pockets and catch
the girl before she injured herself.
“But yeah – I saw you in that movie –”
“ Movie? ” The girl nods. Ao’nung opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. He looks back towards Rotxo who shares a similar expression.
A seven year old watching a movie based around teens abusing drugs and figuring out their sexualities is not something either of them anticipated.
“Ya! It was so good!” Rotxo gets closer to the pair, just as Ao’nung was about to ask where the girl’s mother is – a yell of the name “ Ìne! ” and a woman can be seen dashing to the three.
Ao’nung passes the child to her mother as the woman apologizes profusely, the teens insist it wasn’t an issue as she does so. The lady gives them a sheepish smile before walking off, speaking to her child in a hushed Spanish voice as the girl frowns.
“I think that’s a sign we should get goin’.” Rotxo says, grabbing Ao’nung’s wrist as the teen agrees. They head through similar stands, not planning on buying much else as they tread – that is until Ao’nung spots a few arrows, arrows of a purple color.
“Oo! Rotxo, Look at these!” The elder exclaims, pulling the both of them towards the archery stand. He touches one of the arrows as the shorter speaks with the stand owner.
“They’re one per arrow, Nu.” Ao’nung nods, plucking twenty–five of the durable arrows from the bin, handing the sharp pieces to the man to wrap them. “You’re gonna get some for him?” Him meaning Neteyam.
“Yeah.” The man hands Ao’nung his arrows as he speaks. Carefully, the elder teen takes out a twenty and five dollar bill from his wallet, giving it to the man before they walk away. “Neteyam’s been talking about needing some more – and these are the same brand he buys! But like – way better than his old ones.”
Rotxo smiles as they pass by a few stand shutting down for the night, raising his hand to Ao’nung’s shoulder before remarking, “You’re only saying that because they’re purple.”
“Yeah, and? I’m still right.” The elder pouts at being exposed, Rotxo’s smile only widens at the childishness coming from the taller. Neither say much as they leave the lively meet. Heading to the lowrider in silence, listening to Superstar as they immerse themselves in the ambience of the cold night.
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Ao’nung sighs heavily, it echoes in the spacious home as he switches his sneakers for his sandals. The teen removes the thick letter man jacket as he walks up the short four steps, chills run down his spine as the freshness of the cold attacks his formerly warm skin.
Eventually, he reaches the kitchen doors and happily pushes the doors open. Throwing the jacket and his bag onto one of the kitchen stools before switching the lights on. Ao’nung yawns, shutting the doors to not allow anyone to notice the bright champagne light emitting from the mini chandeliers.
He places the archery bows onto a different stool before digging into his couture bag for his flip phone. Ao’nung opens the smoothen cell, getting a short text from Rotxo; “ eat. goodnight. ” The teen glares at the text, grabbing his burger from the purse and throwing it into the air fryer along with a box of leftover fries he found in the fridge.
Tapping a few of the wonky buttons, the heating starts and Ao’nung sits on an empty stool. Waiting nine minutes before a beep goes off to signal the cooked foods. As carefully as he can, Ao’nung uses some tongs to plop the fries and burger onto his chinaware plate. Sitting back down after closing the airfryer.
Ao’nung removes the clips from his hair. Tugging off the black hair tie, he sighs at the relief of his bouncy layered curls falling along his back and shoulders. The teen rubs his scalp to soften the curls as they fall into place before wiping his hands on a towel and shoving a few fries into his mouth.
He continues to munch while searching for Neteyam’s text after responding to Rotxo. “ you know i do baby ” it reads; the māori teen squeals – stopping as a car engine rumbles and tires can be heard pulling up into the driveway and Ao’nung furrows his eyebrows. “ That doesn’t sound like any of dad’s cars… ”
The engine stops and seconds later – there's a knock on the front door. Ao’nung leaves the chair and opens the kitchen doors, walking down the few steps to the large doors with suspicion. His platform sandals smack the floor quietly as he meets the two windowed doors. Ao’nung jumps multiple times to peek through the peephole, sandals affecting his ability to do so.
He doesn’t manage to reach the opening, in hindsight the teen didn’t know why he tried. The peephole was specifically made for Tonowari to reach and only Tonowari – considering the fact his father was over a foot taller than Ao’nung, the teen’s eyes couldn’t even see through the hole.
The eldest child grunts in defeat, struggling with unlocking all four locks as sleep deprivation begins to set in. Finally – the last lock clicks open and Ao’nung twists the door knob, tugging the heavy, dark oak to be met with a cold gust of air.
“Hey, baby.” Neteyam flirts, walking in as Ao’nung steps aside to let his lover in. The māori teen shuts the door before accepting the elders hug. “You okay, what’s wrong with you?” Ao’nung giggles, leaning back to look at his lover with tired eyes.
“I’m okay, ‘teyam,” The younger teen leaves a peck on his lover’s cheek, dropping his arms from the other’s shoulders and dragging him to the kitchen doors. “Just tired; me and Rotxo walked for like – four hours in the swamp meet.”
“Mhm. How was it?” Neteyam mutters with little interest as they walk into the dimly lit kitchen. Ao’nung frowns, turning to the as they stop in front of the fridge. Tilting his head as the older pulls him closer by hips.
“You don’t sound very interested.” Neteyam squeezes the māori teens hips, his darker – warmer – thumbs playing with the strips of his thong. “Are you mad that I went out with Rotxo?”
“Well, no man’s gonna be happy when other people are saying their partner cheating and fucking around with other bitches.” Ao’nung drops his frown, replacing his expression with one of disgust. The younger teen attempts to rid himself of Neteyam’s touch but the other only tightens his grip.
Ao’nung’s upset by the insult thrown towards his best friend and the fact Neteyam had this amount of audacity considering the fact he had blown him off for some chick the very same day . “Yeah. I know how that feels.” The younger notes.
Neteyam lifts an eyebrow, “You know how that feels?”
“Mhm.” The māori teen manages to release himself from the older’s grips while saying, “You blew me off today to hang with Ail’yen. Obviously I know how it feels!” The younger accuses, his bottled up emotions of the situation being let out steadily. “You on the other hand can’t relate! I told you I was going to hang out with Rotxo –”
“Why does it matter?” Neteyam argues, stepping closer to Ao’nung. “You hate Ail’yen. Everyone knows you hate Ail’yen! I know you hate her! It’s not like we slept with each other, just chilled out! What did you want me to do?!”
“Talk to me, Neteyam! It’s already bad enough that you hung out with the super perfect Ail’yen – while knowing I hate her – but to lie about it? What am I supposed to think?”
“Ao’nung…” The elder calms down as tears glaze over the other’s eyes, he reaches for the other’s cold hands. “You should have said something to me like I did.” The younger doesn’t allow the touch, using his own hands to swipe the fallen tears away.
“I know, I know. It’s just that I didn’t know what to do or how to bring it up. You’ve never canceled on me before to go with a girl who clearly wants you.”
“Baby, c’mon; I love you and always will. And besides, I don’t want Ail’yen and she doesn’t want me.”
“But she does want you, Neteyam!” Ao’nung exasperates, dark eye makeup streaming down his reddening cheeks. “If she didn’t she would have deleted all the comments under her posts saying y’all weren’t dating but she didn’t! She just started liking them instead!”
“Ail’yen did that?”
“Yes!”
“Ma, I didn’t know about all of that.” Neteyam steps closer to Ao’nung slowly. Noticing no protest coming from younger, he wraps his hands around the other’s waist. “Really, I didn’t. I would have told her not to if I did; You know that right?”
Ao’nung nods, returning his hand back onto Neteyam’s shoulders. “Lemme explain, yeah?” The younger nods again, eyes blushed with red and – weirdly – smeared nicely with dark makeup. “I took the test right after school but when I was going to text you about it at the gas station I ran into Ail’yen and she started talking about needing help in her geometry class.”
The younger blinks as he waits impatiently for the explanation. “So I stayed back for a bit and sent you that text instead. I know I shouldn’t have accepted her request Nu or lied to you – and for that I am sorry but I felt bad for the girl; she had a thirty seven percent in that class.”
The māori teen smiles at the other’s helpfulness; Neteyam has always been nice – some would say too nice – it’s what Ao’nung had gravitated towards in the early stages of their friendship. Neteyam had always struggled saying no to others’; even when he knew he should have.
Despite Ao’nung’s jealous tendencies, he did appreciate the elder’s kindness towards anyone – even flesh eating trolls disguised as short, blonde sophomores. “You forgive me?” Neteyam’s plea shakes the younger from his reminiscent state.
“Yeah, I do.” Ao’nung admits, his previous anger vanishing as a happy smile blooms onto his lover’s face. “I mean; I can’t be mad at my boyfriend for being so nice – even if the ‘person’ he was being nice to was Satan reincarnated.”
“I’m just that much of a good person, baby.” Neteyam teases as he nuzzles his nose against the other’s. Ao’nung rolls his eyes, mumbling out a sound of annoyance before bringing a hand to the elder’s jaw and kissing him gingerly.
Neteyam smirks into the kiss as he nips at the youngers’ bottom lip, pushing him into the counter while doing so. Ao’nung allows the elder’s tongue to slip between his plump lips, moaning lightly at the intrusion.
The māori teen sucks on his lover’s tongue as said lover beckons him to sit the counter pressed against his lower back. Neteyam lifts the younger onto the clean marble, continuing their make out session as he unbuckles Ao’nung’s belt with slim fingers.
Eventually, those slim fingers take the sparkling belt off from the boy’s soft hips to the polished floors. The two swirl their tongues together with bruised lips just as Neteyam unzips the other’s jeans.
The elder pulls back, leaving a final wet kiss onto the māori teens smooth lips while dipping his fingers beneath the thong. Ao’nung lets out a high whine, feeling cold fingers dig into his dripping heat. “W–Wait – Teyem, don’t!” The younger one grabs his lovers’ wrist with a shaky hand. “Not here, p–please.”
Neteyam only stops his laugh by dropping his face into the crevice Ao’nung’s neck, “You’re so wet though, Ma.” He mumbles, applying more pressure to the pink bud while the māori teen yelps at the jolts of pleasure running down his legs and spine. “It would be so rude if I just left you like this; ‘specially since I’m the one who did it.”
Ao’nung lets out another squeak as Neteyam pushes his ring and middle fingers into the soft heat. “Teyem, no.” The younger feels himself leak, the words meant to be discouraging his lover from continuing not working. “M–My par–ents are home–! ‘don’t wan’ them to hear.”
“Be quiet then, baby. You can do it.” Neteyam bites at the stretched throat. Ao’nung moans as he quickens the thrusts of his fingers, the sound coming from the teen’s jeans sloppy and down right gross to some. “C’mon; I know you don’t want to stop, not when your cunt is leaking like this.”
To make his point clear, the elder makes a show of the boy; fastening his movements while adding in his pinky and index fingers, shoving all four fingers down to the knuckles. The loud sloshes squirting from the puffy cunt staining the dark blue jeans, creating a large spot of slick in its place.
Getting closer and closer to his release, Ao’nung began tugging at the clean braids of his boyfriend as he continued his messy work down south. “Oh - There! ‘Teyem, please! I’m so close!” The teen continued to scream as the hand on his hip stifles the younger’s hip from snapping up.
“I got you, baby. Don’t worry, come . I know you want to.” With the simple sexy sentence whispered into his ear, a loud moan erupted from his lips and Ao’nung came hard. An ungodly amount of white ivory colored come flooding out of his pink pussy; drenching his jeans, Neteyam’s hand, the counter .
Ao’nung sighs loudly, hips twitching slightly as Neteyam removes his slicked hand from the blue pants. To say his hand was drenched would be an understatement. With a smirk, the elder licked at the liquids coated onto his hand. The spent teen lets out a whine, laying back on the counter and turning his head away from the movements.
With his forearms covering his eyesight, Ao’nung doesn’t know what to expect as hands grab at the tops of his jeans, pulling them off and hearing the now squishy material slap onto the floor. At least not until that husky voice speaks out, “You’re so sweet, Ma.”
Large hands spread Ao’nung’s thighs and he shivers at the cold hitting his sensitive lips. Neteyam kisses the smooth thighs, sucking on them briefly and leaving small purple hickies. Gently, the elder traces his tongue along the swollen lips and Ao’nung squeals at the touch. “Like a peach.”
Hips stutter as Neteyam laps at the greedy cunt, groaning as he dips his tongue into the sweet twitching hole. The vibrations from his mouth only cause Ao’nung to cry out in overstimulation, body quivering in overwhelming pleasure as Neteyam kneads at his thick thighs.
The elder’s tongue fucking him close to an orgasm and his nose pressed firmly against the throbbing clit felt almost too much for the māori teen. The eager mouth Neteyam has drawing Ao’nung to the edge of his release as his come dripped from his pussy to the other’s mouth.
Ao’nung’s tummy tightens and he can feel Neteyam speeding up his ministries, pressing his darker hand against the pitch black womb tat. Unable to find any coherent words to leave his lips unless it’s a loud moan or sob, the coil in his stomach tightens.
The coil’s strength grows and grows until it doesn’t and Ao’nung’s orgasm floods his lover’s face. Milky clear liquid smushes along Neteyam’s lips and down his chin as the smaller, higher hole above releases violently in clear water spray .
Neteyam’s eyes wide with wonder and love as he raises himself to get a better view. The teen’s hips are uncontrollable as the liquid squirts from his pretty, red holes; sobs accompanying the tsunami of peachiness. One last, tired moan leaves Ao’nung’s lips and with it he rests back onto the marble, nicely exhausted.
“Wanna sleep, baby.” The younger one nods and Neteyam just smiles, taking off his soaked shirt and wiping excess come and squirt from his face. Leaning down, the elder traps him within his arm and kisses his cheek. Ao’nung giggles, shyly glancing at his boyfriend’s chest. Running a hand down the lean muscle – his cunt twitches, suddenly having a change of heart.
“‘Teyem?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I want more . Want your cock .”
Chapter 2: lean on me
Summary:
ao’nung realizes life genuinely is not that bad
(or in which ao’nung mends some things with the people he loves)
Notes:
FUCK SCHOOL
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Chapter Text
Neteyam’s shocked by the younger’s sudden boldness, not protesting as Ao’nung traces the muscles on his torso while nuzzling along his neck. “Please?” The teen continues, tan hands grabbing the tops of his sweatpants. “I want it, please.”
“Baby…” Neteyam attempts to assert, failing quickly as Ao’nung drags his fingers over the growing bulge. The elder leaves gentle pecks on his shoulder while returning his hands to the trim waist. “I don’t wanna overwork you, Ma.”
“You won’t, Teyem, I can handle it.”
“Alright, then.” Ao’nung tugs both Neteyam’s sweatpants and boxers down enough to have his large cock pop out. The American teen sighs at the lack of restraint around his loin as the younger smiles a bit, wrapping his own hand around the thick length.
The tip leaks as Ao’nung jerks his boyfriend off slowly, allowing the other to get used to the sensation. Neteyam groans as the younger tightens his grip, biting into the nape of his neck as he thrusts into the smaller hand. The māori teen flinches at the bite, tanned hand dropping as the elder takes his own cock into his grasp.
Neteyam briefly strokes his cock, using the precome to slicken the length before resting his head against Ao’nung’s clit. The younger tries to cry out but is stopped by the veiny hand covering his mouth. He shivers and twitches as the other drifts his cock along the puffy, red lips and clit.
The elder speaks to Ao’nung while doing so, giving him words of encouragement as the head of his cock pressed against the gaping cunt. Soon enough, Neteyam stops his teasing and pushes the sensitive tip inside the spasming hole.
He’s immediately met with a twitching warm heat and leans back down, removing his hand from Ao’nung’s face to catch all the escaping moans with his lips. As Neteyam pops the entire tip of his cock inside the younger’s length, he can feel tears of the māori teen wet his own face.
Pulling back, Neteyam rests his forearms onto the counter and looks down at the boy. The tears escape Ao’nung’s eyes as he feels the intense sensations coming from his cunt. The elder notices that the crying is not from pain - but from the overstimulation.
Neteyam holds Ao’nung in his arms as the younger spasms from the pleasure, the māori locking his arms firmly around the broad shoulders while wiping the clear tears away. “Not now, baby.” Is all the elder says before pulling his hard cock from the teen’s pussy.
Ao’nung sobs, shaking his head no as he tries to push the length back inside. “W-Wait no!” His vouce breaks weakly as Neteyam restrains his movement on the counter. “I can take it Teyem, please. I want it so bad.” The younger one cries as Neteyam pets his hair, fixing his coverings before sitting the boy up.
“Baby, c’mon you’re shaking so much.” Neteyam grabs a clean washcloth from one of the drawers, using it to clean the mess in between Ao’nung’s thighs. He slowly swipes away the liquids completely before tossing the cloth into a trashcan.
Neteyam places his hands warmly onto the younger’s thigh and lifts him off the cold surface. Ao’nung wraps his quivering legs around his lover’s waist, whimpering quietly as they walk out the kitchen and to his bedroom.
Neteyam closes the door behind them with his foot, laying Ao’nung down onto the comfy bed before grabbing some baby wipes from the bathroom. He climbs onto the bed and sits next to the younger, pulling a wipey out and beckoning the teen to open his legs. Ao’nung blushes and shakes his head no.
The elder smiles at his cuteness, spreading the younger’s thighs apart himself as Ao’nung laughs due to the sensitivity. “You already cleaned me in the kitchen! Why do you need to clean me more ?” Neteyam swipes the safe wipe along the wet lips, cleaning off any come he didn’t get to earlier as he thinks of a response.
“Because it isn’t healthy or good for your body to be left with dried come on your cunt.” The elder settles on, reading it in an article somewhere at sometime - not one hundred percent confident there’s truth to it.
“Aww, really?” Ao’nung coos while asking, reaching up to pet Neteyam’s face at the hospitable actions of his lover. The elder only smiles and nods. “I appreciate that babe - you care about my health more than my parents do, ha!”
“You shouldn’t joke like that, baby.” Neteyam scrunches his face in slight concern, “Especially, since your parents are pretty nice. I’m sure they care about you plenty.” The elder attempts to reassure Ao’nung about the love his parents hypothetically hold for him. The younger only giggles as he stops cleaning the redden cunt.
Ao’nung shrugs, a careless expression on his gorgeous face. “Could’ve fooled me. We don’t talk much. They’re not home much; like right now.” Neteyam closes the baby wipes and throws them onto the desk, looking back at the younger.
“How do you know that, Ma?” The elder lays down next to Ao’nung, bringing the blanket over both their bodies as the other switches the lights off and turns on his fairy ones.
Once comfortable Ao’nung sighs, he avoids eye contact as he decides what to say. “Well for starters; they would have heard us in the kitchen.” Now it’s Neteyam’s turn to blush. “And secondly - my mom locks the fridge anytime it’s only me and her home; she doesn’t like me eating…like at all.”
“I - what.” Neteyam stops blushing, genuinely shocked by the bomb Ao’nung dropped, biting his snake bite piercings while acting as though it was nothing. He reaches for the youngers’ soft curls, tryig to comfort him as best as he can. “I’m sorry, baby. She did not seem like that when I met her.”
“It’s okay; my moms good at acting and stuff. It makes sense why you’d think like that, babe. I don’t blame you.” The younger one smiles weakly, suddenly stressed by his own admission. Neteyam pulls him into a comforting embrace. “I mean if I wasn’t her son - I’d probably believe her too.”
The two sit in silence, neither knowing what to say. Neteyam thinks back onto his own family dynamics as fairy lights giving off a light pink hue. The elder had never really thought of the stark contrast between their families. Ao’nung tugs at the bandages tied around his chest as Neteyam breaks it. “Was your mom always like that? Why hasn’t your dad said anything?”
“I think so; can’t remember my childhood to be honest ‘cause I was always doing something - the days kinda blur together - but with the little I know of her, she probably has. Dad on the other hand; well, he loves my mom a lot so he turns a blind eye to most of her behaviors - and my dad’s a forty five year old pussy so -”
Neteyam laughs once more, Ao’nung lays his head onto the other’s chest while he does so. Calming himself by feeling it rumble as his lungs catch some breath. “Yeah, he sounds like a real ol’ big one.”
“Mhm, he so is you don’t even know. ” With the hum, Ao’nung snuggles into his lover’s chest. His hand rests on the elders chest before he uses it to tug once more at his bandages, quickly returning the hand back - this time, Neteyam takes notice.
“Your binder uncomfortable, babe?” Ao’nung nods, sitting up from the thick covers. He’s met with the icy cold temperatures of his bedroom mixing with the even colder ones outside. The elder watches as the māori teen tosses a leg over his hip, the wet cunt meeting with his lower torso.
“Yeah…” Ao’nung eventually admits, pulling the baby tee over his head and onto the floor boards. “I couldn’t find my actual binder today so I just…threw on some bandages.” Neteyam doesn’t say anything as he goes to lay his hands on the dips of the younger’s waistline.
“Okay, that’s actually not good for your ribs, Ma.” Neteyam whispers, concern lacing in response. Ao’nung agrees with a small shake of his head. “I’m assuming though that this is the first time this year you’ve worn ‘em?” The other nods again.
Carefully, Ao’nung’s slightly shaky hands lead to the tucked end of bandages to untie it. The teen takes out the silver pin, setting it onto the desk before undoing the beige cloth. Neteyam kneads at the younger’s hips while he removes the bandages, his eyes glancing at the cigarette box and the teal lighter placed on a Percy Jackson novel.
Ao’nung pulls the final strip of wrapping off his chest, rolling the bandages into a cylinder before shoving it into one of his drawers and fixing his posture. The māori teen sighs as Neteyam reaches his large hands to the younger’s chest, caressing the light maroon idents left behind by the tight binding.
“Okay…I’m actually tired now.” Ao’nung admits, grabbing the scrunchy on his wrists and raising his arms to tie the curls up. Neteyam removes one hand from the teen’s chest, using it to switch off the fairy lights with the silver buttoned remote.
“Can I stay over?” The elder asks, running cold hands over and around his lover’s tits as he pinches a perk nipple. Ao’nung leaves indents in Neteyam’s skin as he digs his nails into the strong shoulders, grinding down as he forces out a response.
“If you let me sleep on top of you like this; then yeah, you can stay.” Ao’nung smiles as the large hands loosen their grip on his tits. Swiftly – the younger manages to get off the elder and strip Neteyam’s boxers and sweatpants, returning to his lap as the cold entraps the both of them.
“Ma – you’re gonna get us sick like this.” Still, the elder makes no effort to halt Ao’nung and his actions while he fluffs a few blankets over the two of them.
“No, we won’t. I have like – a lot of blankets on this bed as we’re speaking, right now.” Ao’nung spread his knees farther apart to fit comfortably as he lay down onto Neteyam’s chest. The younger arches his back, resting on hand on the pillow behind his lover’s braids while dropping the other down to his cock.
Neither speaks as Ao’nung slips the wet, half-hard length in between his cheeks – letting out a pleasing groan as the heavy cock fits snugly against the tanned bum. The māori teen sighs as his hand falls back onto Neteyam’s shoulder – who’s currently attempting to fight the temptation to pound his lover ‘til they both pass out.
Temptations quickly disappearing as the couple almost instantly fall asleep after shutting their eyelids. With no dreams having occurred – they wake up at six am, still tired but mostly calm as the younger sits back up.
Wordlessly leaving the bed to grab them some clean clothing, returning a few seconds later in a baggy shirt and throwing Neteyam some loungewear. Leaving once again to clean the aftermath of their kitchen activities, throwing the dirty laundry into the washer then walking back to his room.
Ao’nung returns to his spot on his lover’s now clothed hips, running his hands through the elder’s long braids while leaning down near Neteyam to reach for the lighter and cigarettes after laying a few kisses onto him.
The younger manages to grab both the box and lighter as Neteyam instinctively gathers him into his arms. Causing Ao’nung’s arch to deepen as lean arms wrap around his waist, bringing the teen down and allowing the elder to push the tee up to get a mouthful of his tits.
Ao’nung lets out a breathy laugh, adjusting his seating on the elder by shuffling down to his hips. Neteyam groans as he mouths at the blushing fat, a string of saliva breaking from his lips while switching to the other. “T-Teyam, please…Can I?” Ao’nung pushes aside his panties before tugging down the waistbands of Neteyam’s trousers. The elder doesn’t protest and allows the other to slip the entire length into his cunt.
Neteyam’s hips snap up at the squelching heat entrapping his cock suddenly. Licking the small tit as Ao’nung’s cunt sucks him in completely, he groans and gives a final lick before dropping his head back onto the silk pillow. Dragging his hands back to the elder’s shoulders, Ao’nung grinds down onto his lover’s girthy cock.
He loosens his grips on the cigarettes as Neteyam goes to unpackage it, allowing the elder to safely slip two out before returning the box back onto the book. Ao’nung giggles as Neteyam places one in between his bitten lips after placing the other between his own. The younger snaps the lighter open, a blue flame wiggling about as he brings the fire to the tip of his cigarette.
Once it lights, Ao’nung closes the lighter and puts it back onto the The House of Hades cover. The end of the bud still glaring red with sparkling light as he angles himself down, pressing the litten tip onto Neteyam’s unlit cigarette. The orange-red ash sparking up the other smoke stick as Ao’nung pulls away.
Both continue to smoke for the next few minutes in that position, gently grinding while enjoying the cold morning air clashing with the hot ash and smell of cigarette smoke. Their cigarettes reach the brown, unsmokable bit eventually – with Ao’nung hitting it seconds before his lover. Grinding the end against the tray to not cause a fire and putting the excess smoke out as Neteyam slips out.
Ao’nung tenses as he feels the soft length leaving his wet crevice, lifting his hips up to allow the elder space when slipping his cock back into the clean boxers. Plopping back down, the māori teen kisses Neteyam in the smoky air – tongue laving into the other’s lips as he plays with the elder’s braids.
They make out slowly and with deep intentions, caressing one another anywhere they could reach – up until the door knob of Ao’nung’s pastel lilac door twists and the door creaks; signifying the entrance of someone .
The younger breaks the kiss immediately, sitting up and twisting to see who has disturbed them. It is Iyiki; the five year old stands at the doorway, balled up fist reaching up to rub her left eye while scrunching her nose at the cigarette filled stench
“Iyiki, oh my god – what's wrong?” Ao’nung gets off of Neteyam’s lap in record time, dashing to the young girl as she lets out a strong cough at the smoke. Squinting at the light, questioning why the girl hadn’t run to their parents room instead.
After a fast recovery – Iyiki stands, spitting out the pacifier with eyes wide and back straight with her arms at her side. Holding her bunny plush by the hand, it hangs down as she blinks while watching her panicked older brother strolling towards her. “I’m hungry.” Neteyam shuffles behind the two siblings, Ao’nung picks up the pacifier before picking up Iyiki.
The three make their way down the stairs, white light beginning to glare through the crevices of the blinds as goosebumps encapsulate both of the teen’s skin. Neteyam thinks nothing of what the child said, believing the parents to still be out. Ao’nung sets Iyiki down onto one of the chairs at the island of the kitchen, walking to the fridge and tugging it open as Neteyam sits next to the tired child.
The girl plops her bunny onto the counter before dropping her head on the light fluff. Ao’nung opens the fridge, eyes squinting at the cold as Neteyam plays with the bunny ears on Iyiki’s onesie. “What do you want to eat, Iyiki?” The eldest glances up, slightly surprised by the fact Ao’nung hadn’t gone to go get their parents. The girl grumbles something incoherent. “Words, Iyiki.”
The child lifts her head up, resting her chin on the plush as she coughs out, “Bread.” Neteyam turns to the girl with eyebrows raised. Ao’nung nods, pulling out a few eggs, their carton of milk, and some spices.
“French toast?” The eldest questions, Iyiki briefly looks at him as though he were a village idiot.
She shakes her head. “Bread.”
Ao’nung takes out a textured ceramic bowl, pulling a whisk out of a wide drawer and sets it next to the items. The child yawns, streching her limbs as the māori teen makes his way to Iyìki.“French toast is bread, baby.”
“Oh.” She expresses, resting her head gently onto the teens chest as he lifts the child up from the chair. Ao’nung walks over to the large couch, grabbing a pale pink blanket from the arm of the sofa before laying Iyìki onto the bent portion. He adjusts the pillow and spreads the thick cloth onto the girl.
Iyìki hugs her stuffy as she cuddles into the blanket, Ao’nung leaves a kiss on the girls forehead. He grabs the milk carton and begins pouring some milk into the ceramic bowl after adding another, thinner blanket onto Iyìki. “Can you grab some plates, babe?” Ao’nung asks the still Neteyam. Switching on the stove before adding a few squares of organic butter onto a cast iron pan.
The elder heads over to the dark wooden cupboards as Ao’nung thoroughly mixes a few spices into the mixture before cracking in two eggs. Thin fingers cling onto three porcelain plates, Neteyam sets the expensive, designed dishes carefully onto the counter. He separates them while drowning in his realizations.
Ao’nung lives in a mansion - which is what many other rich kids would consider their home, but the Māori teen has admitted to Neteyam before that he’s unable to do that. And now looking back on all his previous sleepovers and this one, Neteyam knows why.
Their mansion has always felt abandoned whenever he came over - even with the home cooked meals and dozens of steps echoing from the four floors. The lack of familial love and care sucked all the potential life from the home.
Neteyam sits down, scratching off some plastic left on the last plate as he places it onto the counter; he has never seen Ao’nung’s parents around - like - ever. It was the strangest thing - especially considering the fact they’re literally parents. He stayed over often at the youngsters' place for years now and hasn’t caught a glimpse of the parental figures. Like the dark figures you think you see from the corners of your eyes; they disappear when he turns his head in their direction. He only ever sees the endless amount of Nanny’s and maids for the trio of sensitive, rich children roaming around.
Sizzling echoes quietly throughout the calm space as Neteyam looks at his lover. His back turned against the teen as he cooked their meal, layered curls now being held up by a black hair claw. Watching as he flips four slices of the battered bread, flinching slightly at the small splashes.
Neteyam picks at the skin around his fingers, tugging off a dry piece - he feels it bleed. “Nu?” The teen eventually spits out, receiving a hum in response as the Māori teens flops the toast onto a layer of paper towels. He can imagine Ao’nung’s eyebrows furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand. “Why are your parents…never here?”
Ao’nung just shrugs , “They put their businesses as top priority, all the time - so they don’t necessarily need to be here.” Neteyam’s mouth slightly agape at the response, had his lover just just forgotten about the fact families actually live with one another - and not just for aesthetics.
Scrunching his brows, “I haven’t told you that yet, have I?” Neteyam shakes his head, “Well, you know now.” The younger chirps turning towards him with a smile before placing another four slices of soaked bread into the pan. Acting as though there was nothing particular with the situations.
Like “Oh, yeah, my parents neglect me and my siblings - want more butter?” Neteyam frowns at that, saddened by his lover’s nonchalantness towards his negligent parents. It didn’t seem fair to the elder - his family were constantly together. No matter if they were upset with one another they still spent their dinners and weekly movie marathons together; because that’s what families are supposed to do.
"I don't know why they do it, honestly.” Ao’nung admits. “It’s like they know we exist but just don’t care enough to recognize us.” His tone is tired and slightly airy, caused by the many years of own parental instincts towards his siblings. At this stage in his life, Ao’nung was just too tired to care anymore.
Years ago he did - he would scream and cry about how unfair this all was to his little sister and brother. But the conversations always ended with the same conclusion, a figurative slap in the face about how important their careers were - more important than their children. Their actions afterwards showed they meant what they said.
Neither never having litten a candle, or wasted late nights and mornings decorating with themed wrappings - but Ao’nung did; he had to. He lit those candles and he baked those cakes all in an effort to fill the blackhole in their hearts that could never be properly healed. And Ao’nung resents his parents deeply for it. For allowing him to raise their children and expecting them to appreciate their neglect in return.
But he also blames himself, for not being better - for not being enough for them. What could have he done differently to make their parents more present in their lives? What did he do that caused them to pull out from them in the first place? “It’s okay, baby.” Neteyam murmurs, now standing behind Ao’nung, holding him by the waist as silent tears crawl down his tan cheeks. “I got you.”
The younger comes back from his mind, turning off the stove and removing the last pieces of bread from the pan. Ao’nung wipes his cheeks before turning around, Neteyam loosens his grip and the two embrace. “You’ve got to relax sometimes, Ma.” He continues, giving the other a kiss on the cheek then saying, “Let’s go out today, yeah? We can walk around and shop for a bit - we can take Iyiki too, if you wanna.”
Ao’nung smiles, accepting the date by nodding and wrapping his arms around the shorter’s shoulders. “I love you so much ‘Teyem.” The younger mumbles into the other’s neck, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
A cough emits from a few meters away, “Rude.” Iyiki calls out, the teens look towards the couch to see a small figure sitting up within the thick blanket. “I’m right here, Nunu.” She rolls her eyes and coughs again as Ao’nung walks over to his sister, smiling as she’s picked up into her brother’s arms.
“I’m sorry, Iyiki. You know you’ll always be my lil baby.” Iyiki nods, accepting the apology as she’s sat in the highest stool at the counter. Ao’nung serves the three their toasts before getting the topping out of the fridge. He sits down next to Iyiki, cutting up her french toast into smaller pieces as she sips her orange juice. Placing the cup down, the girl asks, “So - when’s the date? Are we gonna go somewhere nice, should I wear my sparkly pink skirt?”
–
“I love the mall!” Iyiki screams as she runs out of Macy’s, having two small bags in each of her small hands. The two teens are only a few steps behind her as the girl looks around the spacious area with wide, hopeful eyes. Iyiki is in fact wearing her sparkly, pink skirt with matching pink shirt and shoes - along with a few white layers of coats and leggings per Ao’nung’s request.
Both him and Neteyam were dressed in simpler clothing; Neutral toned baggy jeans and shirts, varying only in colors. It was quite different from Ao’nung’s usual style but there are times where he just wants to dress comfy and not like his school’s national sex symbol. Iyiki quickly strays farther as she spots an Ed Hardy shop in the corner.
“Iyiki!” Ao’nung shouts, beckoning his lover to follow as he runs to the fast child as the small child heads into the clothing shop. “I’ll put a leash on you if you don’t stop leaving us behind!” Neteyam laughs, glancing at his watch before walking faster to catch up with the Anahera siblings. As he steps through the entrance, his eyes immediately land on his tall lover.
Said lover not noticing him as he crouches down to meet Iyiki’s height. “I know you’re excited -” The teen begins, pulling a curl behind her ear. Neteyam notices the soft touch and equally soft tone in his voice as the younger continues. “- but you need to calm down a bit, alright? It is dangerous to run in a big store like this all by yourself. You get what I’m saying?”
“Mhm!” Iyiki responds a moment after, Ao’nung pets her hair before standing back up and grabbing her hand. It is then Neteyam lays a hand on his boyfriend’s waist, the younger jumps before realizing who the touch belongs to. They kiss briefly, being pulled apart by Iyiki dragging them towards the toddler tops section. “Ooo! Look at this shirt!”
The shirt in question is a textured-looking white top with the class skull and red bedazzled heart in the middle. The logo is slightly faded and Iyiki begins to tug it off the hanger. “It’s not really my style but that’s A-OK!” Ao’nung giggles at her words, helping remove the shirt from the hanger as Neteyam affirms to the,
“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. You look good in everything.” Iyiki smiles wide as the sentence is spoken, allowing Ao’nung to hold the shirt as she turns to the taller man.
“Thank you, Neteyam.” The Māori teen passes the girl’s shirt to his lover, picking up the smiley girl and placing her on his hip. Poking her cheek with his manicured finger with a smile.
“He’s only telling the truth, baby. Now - let's say we find a matching skirt for this shirt.”
–
It’s four pm by the time the trio’s back into the car. Iyiki yawns as they begin driving, having already been secured in her carseat she falls asleep peacefully. Ao’nung smiles as he sees her in the rearview mirror, sitting in the passenger's seat - he allows Neteyam’s hand to rest on his thigh as they drive down a different street.
Although it’s barely the afternoon - it’s also winter time and daylight savings had ended a few weeks back causing the darkness in the sky. The atmosphere is calm as they drive through the white gates of the mansion. Neteyam glances over to his lover; Ao’nung’s laying his head back against the seat with a scowl look on his face.
The elder smiles - Ao’nung has always had his resting bitch face, it took him awhile but he can proudly say that deciphering his expressions come easy to him now. So he knows that the scowl he wears means that the teen and his socialness is truly wearing out. Having the younger lift a finger to cook and clean now would be unnecessary in his current state.
“Let’s order in, Ma? There’s this one Chinese place close here where my family and I order from all the time - it’s the best.” Ao’nung shifts his gaze from the pretty lamp post to his soft eyed lover. “We can go to my house after and just chill or something.” The younger one nods, peering at the rearview mirror once again. Neteyam notices the attentiveness he has for Iyiki - almost treating her like his own child.
“I’m down, -” Ao’nung eventually says as they pull into the empty parking garage of his mansion - waiting for his boyfriend to park before leaving the car and gently retrieving his sister from her carseat. “We’re just gonna have to order extra for Tsireya so that she has something to eat.” Neteyam agrees with the condition, grinning as he’s reminded by his lover’s carefulness.
“Where is Tsireya, anyways?” The elder questions as he walks into the home after the two siblings, closing and locking it behind them while kicking his shoes off. Pulling his phone out to order before continuing. “Haven’t seen her for a while now that I think about it.”
“She’s off with her friends.” Ao’nung states, holding Neteyam’s free hand and tugging him to Iyiki’s room. The younger lets go and begins packing clothing and a few items for the sleepover they’ll have. “They’re doing a little three-day sleepover thing since they passed their exams.” Passing Iyiki over to the elder while he speaks quickly to the person on the other side of the phone before he goes to look under the bed for the girl’s favorite slippers.
“And you’re letting her?” Neteyam asks, ending the call.
“Well, yeah! She passed all her exams!” Ao’nung stands back up, dropping the slippers into the small backpack and zipping it up before turning back to his lover. “Don’t judge my parenting skills.”
“I wasn’t, Ma.” Neteyam clears, using his free hand to caress the other teen’s waist. Ao’nung grins, kissing him on the lips delicately before taking Iyiki back into her embrace
“Good boy.” The younger teases, patting the shorter on the head.
The elder drops his happy expression, flatly saying, “Wow.” Ao’nung giggles, walking to the kitchen with Neteyam trailing behind him. There’s a doorbell ring that echoes through the bottom floor and Neteyam’s already heading towards the front door as Ao’nung asks, “Can you get the door and I’ll get the plates out for us, yeah?”
He receives a thumbs up as a response before disappearing into the kitchen - managing to place three plates on the counter as Neteyam places two large white take out bags alongside them. This time around, even with all the empty rooms and parking spaces - the mansion doesn’t feel as empty. Maybe it’s all in his head but when with Neteyam - anywhere feels like home.
–
“Where is everyone?” Ao’nung questions with a tilt of his head, acknowledging the absence of everyone but Lo’ak and Tuk in their home.
“Tuk and Lo’ak are in their rooms -” Neteyam explains, cutting himself off as they head upstairs and open the door to Tuk’s room. Ao’nung lets go of Iyiki, placing her onto the floor as the two little girls scream in excitement at seeing the other. He tosses her bag onto Tuk’s bed before saying goodnight to the pair closing the door back up. “Mom and Dad are on their weekly date night and Spider and Kiri are out… hopefully still at the pizza place they said they’d be at.”
“Oh wow!” Ao’nung exclaims as they walk down the stairs, Neteyam glances at him inquisitively. “Never knew Spider actually - like - went outside.” The elder lets out a small laugh before stopping himself and covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “No, like I literally never knew that. I just thought he got his vitamin D from the pills he’s been popping.”
Ao’nung pauses, in deep thought as they walk down the hallway. “You guys should probably give him some type of drug test - if you do, and if he does have a problem - I know a guy that has some great placebos!”
They head to Neteyam’s room and step through the doors as Ao’nung begins to say more. Neteyam only hums but doesn’t respond – as hot as his babbling can be, the elder opts to pull the Māori teen back by his waist and kiss him deeply. Effectively shutting the other up as he pushes the younger into the wall. After dealing with two disruptive children for the majority of the afternoon, he’s needed this.
Neteyam runs his hands down Ao’nung’s torso, removing the younger’s baggy tee then grabbing at the open tan skin. Hearing the small sighs emitting from the taller one causes his mind to wander and the growing bulge in his pants to increase in size. Dropping his hands down to the other’s thighs, Ao’nung jumps as he feels the pat.
The elder carries his lover to the bed, biting at his throat and collar bones while kneading the thickness of his thighs. Ao’nung moans audibly as Neteyam sucks at the spot underneath ear. He leaves trails of red and purple on the breathless teen. More moans being ripped from his lips as the elder tears off his jeans, laving his pierced tongue over his soaked cunt.
Ao’nung cries out, grabbing at Neteyam’s neat braids and pushing him closer - beckoning him to continue. His silver eyes water as the elder pulls his panties to the side, sucking at the leaking mess. The teen feels so overwhelmed but in the best way possible, allowing Neteyam to continue his ministrations as he pulls the panties off his long legs.
The elder mumbles into his cunt, looking up at the younger with dazed eyes. He latches his lips to the other’s clit, holding Ao’nung’s hip down to prevent the buckling while dipping two fingers into his wet mess. “N-Neteyam, please.” The teen huffs out, tugging at his long braids to pause his movements. Neteyam doesn’t stop completely, praises and compliments leave his mouth the second he’s free.
“Yeah, Ma? Wha’ do ‘ya wan’?” He asks, slipping in another finger, causing a loud squelch and thrust from the younger’s hips. Ao’nung only thrusts his hips once more, spreading his lips to let out another moan. Neteyam smacks his clit lightly which sends the younger one over the edge. “There ‘ya go, Ma.” He mumbles, praising the teen through his climax as he calms down.
“Want you inside me, please.” Ao’nung groans out, sitting up to weakly pull the elder towards him. “I need you so bad, right now, ‘Teyem - please.” Neteyam allows the touch, returning his hands back to the younger’s waist and laying him back down. They stare at each other for a moment and the shorter can see the desperation and want in his eyes.
“Alright, Ma. It’s alright.” He wipes his face before leaning down to give his lover a passionate kiss, allowing the immediate usage of tongue as he himself french kisses the other. Ao’nung’s hands find their ways back to the root of braids and as he feels the light tugging he knows the younger is ready. “Spread ‘ya legs, Ma.” Is the last thing Neteyam says before positioning himself between the soaked inner thighs of his lover.
They share knowing glances and Neteyam slowly pushes in. Ao’nung is quick to smack a hand over his mouth - suddenly realizing Lo’ak’s room is next door. The two kiss instead, swapping spit to hide the moans as Neteyam pushes his cock deeper into his lover. The younger pants, buckling his hips as he attempts to get his boyfriend deeper inside his cunt. Neteyam moves, not stopping the movements as Ao’nung forces his way down to the base of his cock.
The taller teen moans, throwing his head back as Neteyam begins a slow pace of thrusts - only pulling out an inch or two before slamming back in. Ao’nung begins to beg - begs him to go faster and Neteyam is a weak man. So he quickens the pace, pulling out until the red tip of his cock stayed inside his lover’s cunt then penetrating the teen underneath him once again.
There’s satisfying plap sounds of skin slapping against skin that cause the tensions and eroticness in the air to increase. And Ao’nung cannot stop himself from squeezing around the thick cock that continues to pound him with such a force it brings him to another climax. The younger teen bites down in the area between Neteyam’s shoulder and neck to prevent his loud moans from escaping the confines of his bedroom.
Neteyam almost busts his load at the tight fit - but begs from Ao’nung to continue and no use of their safe word helps him in beginning to use his lover’s hole. Their lips attach as juices escape from Ao’nungs greedy cunt and Neteyam raises the younger’s hips slightly - to perfectly smack against his lover’s deepest crevice.
His bulging length causes a bump in Ao’nung’s stomach, his equally bulging tip wiggling against the younger’s cervix. Neteyam can hear his lover tease him - to pound deeper, to fuck his way into his most intimate crevice; and Neteyam had always been a weak man. He cannot stop himself - nor does he want to - from nudging his way past Ao’nung cervix. Releasing his thick globs of cum into his lover’s cavity with a loud and fulfilling grunt.
Neteyam lays against Ao’nung’s smooth chest and the two breath deeply as they overcome their climaxes. The elder is still entrapped inside his lover’s cunt - unable to remove himself as the taller and his long legs stay firmly wrapped around his waist. Though, Neteyam doesn’t mind the added warmth - the pair falling asleep, sweaty but in love
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